Chapter 10Kyle had been right: a bike was freedom. There was something about the rumble of it beneath her, and the feel of the wind against her skin that made her feel vibrantly alive. She didn’t just think it was the adrenaline wearing off, though she could feel her head spinning with that, it was the sensation of being utterly exposed to the world as it went by at sixty miles an hour.
In the past month she had been attacked not once, but twice. Her father had passed away. She had gotten married and moved in with a husband who kept claiming that he didn’t want her, but liked to grope her backside and came rushing to her rescue. Her mother had shown up out of nowhere. It was easily too much for any one person to take.
He didn’t take the straightest way home. She didn’t know if he was mak
